Living in different worlds (no chanter) - The Yufuwa Talent Dispatch Life of the Regenerating Wizard

"Don't you know a woman with the same face as me?

I escaped from debt taking and came to this Turkiiba with my sister for a month.

It was a strange woman who had spoken to me like I still didn't know the right or left.

Wheat hair stretched out to the shoulders, long cut eyes, popular hats and collar rolls often seen.

Some dim, expressionless people who get that impression, even though they are beautiful people who are about to get painfully bright around them.

Of course I've never seen a face like this.

"No, I don't."

"Really, thank you"

The woman turned her heel back and just left.

The old man at the liquor store was laughing when he saw it, so I asked him what he was after buying the liquor.

"He's a 'same face' Solmetra. I've been searching for a woman with the same face as myself."

"Heh... it's weird"

"Brother, you've come to Turkiiba recently."

"Yes, but"

"All new recruits can talk to each other. Because you're a Schenker slave, you can't get involved because you're a weird woman."

"Slaves? Even though they're so beautiful? Isn't that where you came from?

"Oh. The Schenkers are wealthy, and they pay their slaves right, too."

What, so we can talk about that?

When I said the Schenker family, they told me not to rub it with Schenker in the riding carriage that comes here.

Che, a rich man's road trip?

Even my sister said she was wearing more worn out.

I bought another drink and went home feeling somewhat shabby.

Turkiiba is big.

It's already a tatter at night as you travel to and from the center, east, west, north, and south boulevards over and over again a day.

I can't help it, there's just no big slope. Is it still better?

I hate myself for only getting loading jobs.

That and this is for my sister, because I don't want him to have this kind of struggle in the future.

I need to remember a poem or a song and send it to my daughter-in-law in a proper place of rest, and my father and mother in the afterlife won't even float.

"Oonashita! Let's make it dinner."

"Go!

If I push my luggage until my stomach is full, my parents will call me for lunch.

You're lucky today, because lunch is a luxury with your parents.

This city tastes good when you do it, I knew wheat was different under the sky.

"There are more stores that serve udon these days, it's a good story for me to eat noodles... I don't have enough bellies when I can do many of these"

"It swells in my stomach unexpectedly."

Is it Udon today?

It's the first time I've eaten since I've been to Turkiiba, but I don't feel comfortable in the cold winter.

It gets so hot out of my stomach, and most importantly, the noodles and juice are delicious.

Ugh, I'm getting hungry.

My parents asked for raw egg drop udon, and I'm intestinal tempuraudon.

It's amazing how fancy raw eggs can be eaten at such a price that even ordinary people can manage.

I hear the Schenkers are using their magic props to make them edible, but the magic crystals aren't cheap because of how much they surround adventurers.

I knew it was a rich man's road trip, I don't like it.

Oh, no, but except for the food that comes out.

Everything we sell in that house is delicious, and the rice will be appreciated as rice.

Um, is the bug a little too good for me?

"No, Nacita, hey, how's it going since you got here?

"Thanks to you, I'm finally getting used to it"

"Well, say something. You're not gonna let your sister Rosamy leave a message, are you?

"Heh, thank you. I'm thinking of putting it up for an audition or something when my sister settles down."

After almost a year of eating, you can let me do our clerical work, and I'll bow my head deeply to my parents who will tell me.

There is, let's also put reading and writing arithmetic in the candidate for learning.

"Are you getting along with a neighbor or something?

"Well, thanks to you, it's just fun without some weird guys... Oh, speaking of weird ones. So, hey, I met a strange woman during this time."

"What kind of woman? Was she a good woman?

"Heh, that was a good woman, but all of a sudden I said, 'Don't you know a woman with the same face? I was surprised to hear that."

"Oh, Mr. Solmetra."

"Do you know your parents, too?

"That's right."

"Everything's called Mr. Solmetra from" Same Face "or something..."

"... hey, don't say that in a golden circle"

My parents, suddenly scared to death, said so blindly and started scrubbing udon again.

What's wrong with it?

When I wonder, my back somehow looks around as a zowa.

If you noticed, the sights of the entire store were gathering on me.

I felt kind of uncomfortable and hurried to stir the rest of Udon in my mouth.

When you get home from a hard job, it's time to have a good time with your family.

I'm a pretty assorted sister, but I've been prickly angry since I kind of left today.

"I'm sloppy walking away every day just my brother ~!

"I'm not even playing with my brother, am I?

"Rosa wants to go to more places too ~!

I'm gonna squeeze Rosamy's head off my chest while I waste it.

Sarah's hair feels good in her hands.

"My neighbor Mi and Yo are playing for me, right?

"I haven't played that all my life - we all have things to learn and help out with"

"You know, you know, I have a good idea about learning, too, brother. Just be a little more patient."

Learning takes the most money to get started.

I guess it will be around spring if things go well now.

"Eh."

"Tomorrow's the first day off in a long time, so I'll take you somewhere right. Looking forward to it, huh? What kind of place do you want to go?

"Uh, I'd like to try a crepe, and I'd also like to see a playhouse, later, later."

If you have a story to go play with, you'll soon regain your oblique mood.

She's a fine sister to hang out with all day, but she's just a kid.

You were excited to think about tomorrow, and you fell asleep to fool Rosamy, who started painting where you wanted to go.

I kind of stare at the window and drink to smear the stupidity no one can tell me.

My father and mother are dead, they chase me away to take my debts, and I leave my sister with no patience that I should.

Even my daughter-in-law. Oh, I wouldn't make him miss me every day either. Mmm...

But I guess I'm sad. Even with the rest of this woman, Turkiiba, I'm pretty hot.

I have a sister, Rosamy, so I'm more or less cobbled when I leave.

Because I was drinking without knobs in the cold, or when I realized I was falling asleep without even getting in bed.

In my dream, the woman with the long cut eyes was laughing.

When I woke up in the morning, I didn't have a sister.

Did I get up early looking forward to going out?

I searched for breakfast, but I'm not in bed, in the bathroom, under my desk, or around the well.

I asked the neighbor around and she said she hadn't seen it.

Twitching, anxiety gushed from my feet.

Grabbing, aristocrats, alchemists, and unpleasant imaginations run through my head.

I ran to my parents' house without arrows or shields.

I just came to a land with no edge or itch, and all I could count on was a work companion.

"Why not!? My sister!? Stupid bastard, what were you doing!

"Excuse me! When I wake up, I'm nowhere!

"Don't cry! You idiot! I'll be right out!

"Heh! But where..."

"It's the Schenkers!

My parents followed me and I ran down the main street without my jacket on.

"Rosamy!

"Rosamy!

Of course my sister's name stays screaming.

Come out, show me your smile.

You're all I have.

Without you, I don't know what it means to be alive like this right now.

I withered my voice and ran screaming full of power.

Praying for hope before you run.

"Mr. Chicken, are you there?

"Whoa, Banarola, you're a parent. I'm in there."

The first Schönker family building I visited was a strangely atmospheric one.

I went inside through the entrance, and my parents said in a big voice, "It's Banarola. Ah! Mr. Chicken, please!," he called.

Yes, yes ~ a much more distracted voice returns and a woman comes out with her dark hair waved loose.

The woman, wearing a coat as if she were the star of the opera, somehow opened all the buttons in front of the coat.

"What's wrong?

"No, actually, his sister is missing!

"Are you looking for people"

"Oh, yeah! Mr. Solmetra, are you there?

"Yes, I am."

Is Solmetra that 'same face' woman?

When Mr. Chicken rang his hand with the bread, a tall, intimidating cat tribe came without sound.

"Iska, call Solmetra"

"Okay."

I'll be right there.

"Sorry, Mr. Chicken"

I wonder why I need her.

Before I put that question to my mouth, I could see the woman with the long cut eyes walking in from the back with her boobs.

"Thank you for waiting"

Unmatched by a beautiful face, the woman, with some bleak strange atmosphere, withheld herself beside Mr. Chicken by placing a cup of tea in front of us.

"If you're looking for someone, this kid with a wide face is for you. It also has a rich track record. Solmetra, you can work in the cafeteria today, so help your banarola parents."

"Okay."

"It really helps. Look, Nasita, thank you so much!

"Thank you! Helpful!"

When my parents and I bowed our heads, Mr. Chicken returned one nod and retrieved the notebook.

"So, what kind of kid are you?

"Heh, she's a human girl, six years old, her name is Rosamy, her back length is about my waist, her hair is dark brown with me, maybe her clothes have a light green coat..."

"I see..."

I told him to roll it up quickly, and Mr. Chicken was writing it all down quickly.

I guess he's a good worker.

I know how much my parents depend on me.

"Anything else?

I don't have a single front tooth.

"Hmm, Solmetra, you know what?

"I know, you're a child with a twist."

"Huh! That's right!...... how do you know!?

"Because we talked about it once."

"What!?

"You may not remember, but I've talked to you, too."

"Oh, no... remember, it is"

"This kid, when he sees someone he doesn't know, he talks to me for now, so he's really so wide."

Mr. Chicken said that with a bitter laugh.

What, were you really speaking to people all over Turkiiba oh yeah?

Parents, punch bread and hands.

"All right! I'll take my money and find your neighborhood. Nacita! You go around with Mr. Solmetra!

"Heh, heh!

"Solmetra, please. I'll talk to the kids back at HQ."

"Okay."

I rush through the contents of the cup just served.

From the tea, which started to cool a little, it smelled like fragrant wheat.

Me and Mr. Solmetra, who flew out of HQ, first moved north.

Because there was a store nearby that served sweet crepes that my sister wanted to eat.

"Wait a minute, please"

"Whoa."

Saying we were headed north, things were slow.

Because Mr. Solmetra listened to the people who crossed the city over and over again.

"I'm a six-year-old brown-haired girl with a thin green coat, and I don't have a single front tooth."

"I haven't seen it, but I'll tell the Schenker guy when I see it."

"Thank you"

Do we all know each other who goes on the road...

Everyone responded easily when Mr Solmetra spoke.

I guess this isn't going to happen then.

"... I don't have one front tooth."

"Oh, I might have seen it"

I approached my uncle of a good birdman and heard him say something like that.

"Really Awesome!?

"Oh, it's like there was a little kid in such clothes in front of a clothes store on East Boulevard..."

"East!

"Thank you"

"Fine, I hope you find it"

"Thanks!"

Come on, we have to go and do it fast!

"Shall we head east"

"Ahhh!

Me and her, we changed directions and headed east.

She listens again to the people she meets along the way, some of whom said the same thing to me earlier.

Definitely, he's east!

I was safe!

"Oh, little kid with a light green coat, he went somewhere flirty quite a while ago. Come on? I don't know if we can get anywhere."

As for the eastern boulevard, Rosamy had already moved on.

Mr. Solmetra and I continued to speak out again to the people passing through the scene.

"... I don't have one front tooth."

"No, I haven't seen it for a while."

"Thank you"

Hassle.

"... I don't have a single front tooth."

"I don't."

"Really..."

Hassle.

As the hassle continued, a pig woman approached Mr. Solmetra in a friendly manner.

"Solmetra, are you looking for a girl today?

"Yes, he's a little girl, wearing a thin green coat..."

"The kids in the central stall said they saw something like that."

"Really?"

"There you are!?

"We're talking about maybe being in the middle of something."

"Let's go!

"Well, good luck with that."

"Thank you"

"Thank you!

Hit it!?

I bowed my head deeply to that pig woman.

"Let's head to Central Town"

"Please... please stay safe"

The thread of tension may have been interrupted in an earlier moment, for some reason I suddenly burst into tears.

I'm in front of a woman, but I can't stop.

A large adult walks in a crying whisper, and maybe people around him are looking at me with surprise.

I'm sorry, Mr. Solmetra.

Forgive me for just now.

"You're an important sister."

When she finally caught tears after walking a long time, Ms. Solmetra heard that as she looked forward.

"Yeah, she's my sister, more important than my life."

"Me too, I used to have a sister like that. He was a twin, two faces."

"Really? What about that sister?

"I don't know, because they sold it separately. I had burns all over my face, so your husband bought it."

I've heard rumors about Schenker.

They buy defective slaves with the same abandoned value and use them until they are treated on purpose.

Thanks to you, this city is full of Schenker slaves.

People in the city, just like me right now, are all living off the help of Schenker.

"The... sister, I hope you find it"

I knew it was a restful word myself, and I said so.

The treatment of slaves is pinky.

Maybe even a god in heaven doesn't know the life or death of a single female slave.

"Thanks"

Only once, my beautiful cleavage eyes looked at me better.

"But I know, too. Maybe I'll never see my sister again."

It would be hard, she tells that without changing her complexion.

Somehow, the back of my chest got queasy.

"Why not? Maybe he's alive."

"Because if I were alive, I would be a slave. You can't even go see him."

"Hey! Why...?

Why do you still keep looking for the 'same face' you won't see?

I couldn't put it into words and listen to her as she spoke but didn't change her complexion.

But she answers like it's nothing.

"Me and my sister, we only have each other anymore."

"... Really?"

"If I forget my sister, no one may look after her anymore. It's too sad, isn't it?"

One eyebrow shouldn't have moved, but somehow her face looked so sad.

"We also..."

…………

"Our parents are dead too, and it's just me and my sister's family. Come on."

"Really?"

Even though I hadn't moved one eye, it looked strange to me like she looked carefree.

"Well, even sooner we have to find you,"

"Ha!"

We increase our speed and almost head for the center with a small run.

From the sky the snow was beginning to shine.

We started listening again to Central Town.

Inside stalls, people on the road, restaurants.

It just makes me sick to talk to you, but there were a lot of people who would talk to Mr. Solmetra right away.

I know exactly why my parents immediately relied on the Schenkers.

If you're looking for people in this city, this is the perfect guy.

You've probably been doing this over and over again, before you talked to me, like, "Who are you looking for?" Some people ask me.

I can't find this guy's seeker, but it's all about people...

I was feeling like my chest was tightening again.

Her grief for spending the day together was hard to get stuck in.

I kept calling in that, when Mr. Solmetra talked to a cat man.

"... I don't have one front tooth."

"Such a kid, I saw him around the liquor store in Leroy. Looks like he was with you and this Mr. Roth."

Hit it!

It was a good source of information.

"Thank you"

"Really Awesome!?

"Go ahead."

I ran out without even shaking my side.

Leroy's liquor store is just around the corner from here.

Rosamy's clue was just around the corner.

Running through the evening crowd, stepping on the snow that began to accumulate, he slipped and fell at the corner.

Keep crawling forward on all fours, gaining momentum and standing up.

I fell on the snow again.

Damn it!

Why does the snow slip so much today!

"Please calm down"

Mr. Solmetra stood next to him, even on snow that slipped like ice.

"Be careful! Today's snow will slip!

"Stand up slowly"

Mr. Solmetra grabbed my hand and stood slowly.

"Proceed without running"

Keep holding her cold hand and move forward step by step.

It's the same snow, but it didn't slip this time.

From Leroy's liquor store, he heard the drunkards laugh loudly.

I slowly stepped out of my trembling feet and into the store, next to the red-haired fishermen, I finally found Rosamy sleeping on a lined chair.

Slowly, slowly, approaching not to fall again.

I held my sister tight so that she would never let go of my treasure as she slept happily.

This little warmth held me tight so I wouldn't go anywhere.

My sister smells like sunshine, and my consciousness gradually drifts away so that I fall for a nap on the edge.

There was a home in my hometown.

When I open the door, a bad father in between and a carefree mother are waiting for me to prepare my favorite stew.

But I couldn't get into the house.

That's not where I'm going.

Later I heard that I was completely passed out crying at this time.

Mr. Chicken said it would be caused by extreme labor.

My sister told me about the upside of this disturbance at a later date that she got lost when she came out to the bottom of a place to hang out with me.

He was picked up by Mr. Roth, a redhead fisherman, where he was hungry and crying at dusk, and slept with a treat for dinner.

It was fun, she tells with a full grin... a little, no, pretty early, but I decided to do a clerical apprenticeship at our firm's office.

Of course I don't get paid, or just that my parents' wife was supposed to see our house and care for my sister.

I can't sleep my whole life turning my legs on my parents or the Schenkers anymore.

And, of course, to Mr Solmetra.

I'm still here to buy her flowers.

It's not like she likes flowers, Mr. Chicken, but she likes flowers.

It is hard to only have expensive potted plants, not cut flowers, at this time of year, but my parents also allowed me to foreclose my salary when I said in return to Mr. Solmetra.

There is, and you're not getting your head up.

"I can give you a message, but what do you want me to do?

"Oh, it's easy to ask Mr Solmetra 'thank you'"

"Solmetra, oh, Solmetra from" Same Face ""

I don't know why, but I was sexually angry at my father at the flower shop.

"I don't think you can stop saying that."

"What is it?

"The same face."

"But aren't you famous, you say it around every time someone new comes to Turkiiba?" Don't you know the woman with the same face? It's annoying. "

"Holy shit!! Let's kill him!!

I don't know why myself, but when they said that about her, my chest got cute and hot.

I can't buy potted plants, my face is bumpy, but to the skewer I took, she laughed small.

... I felt that way.